Teksty:
Adam Green Garfield

Apples, I'm home Gonna grab a fuck (Maybe play some hockey!) My mouth is a liar (Beware!) My feet are on fire (Who cares!) I've never been shy-er (I

Bartholomew bring me a fork There's a minstrel parade on tv Let the lights low An excellent reason To stay home tonight Oh the old men wave their canes

In a town, in a city, in an eyeball, on a rock In a fence where a goat was alone by himself There was a boy, who was there A boy who built a snowman

Heart and soul Baby, there is no goal Turn the lights on bright You're a rock and roll star Feel my love Coming from the heavens above When my eyes

the rainbow Now the king was reading comics When he stepped into some vomit And he screamed like forty wolves Being burned alive And I rode my dolpin Adam

Well, times are bad And all the time you're feeling sad And people are laughing Telling you to go away And your feet are trudging You're always acting